爱灯不仅仅是为了驱除黑暗，不只是由于光的照明作用，还在于观看等下的缤纷人生。 七十年代初，我流放的小山村尚没建立发电站，入夜只能生活在黑暗里。荒山寒夜，为节省灯油的山民们很早入眠，唯独我们这一户外来的人还亮着小油灯。 山居生活寂寞单调，冬夜僵冷的黑暗也更是难堪。从小镇买来带有玻璃罩的油灯光芒是微弱的。为了获得更多的光亮，我试用废弃的瓶瓶罐罐制作了形态不一的小油灯。 每盏小油灯都开一朵小火花，锋线小小的光亮。微弱的光也能划破黑暗，对沉甸甸的黑夜是一种无言的反抗。即使熄灭了，它也燃烧过。何况还能再一次点燃，继续以他怯懦而又勇敢的火光向黑夜挑战。我满心喜悦地观赏者我自己手下诞生的一点光明。在长夜漫漫的动乱岁月里，它燃起了我精神上的火焰。
I love the light, not only because it can sweep away the darkness, and brighten our surroundings, but also because I can have a look at the colorful life. At the early 1970s, there was no power station in the small mountain village to which I was exiled, so local people had to live in the darkness every night. In the long and cold night of this barren hill, villagers went to bed early in order to save the lamp-oil, leaving the lamp of my family the only one still lighted. Life there was lonesome and tedious, the darkness of the stiffening and cold winter night being especially unbearable. The oil lamp with a glass cover bought from the town gave off only faint light, so I tried making small oil lamps in various shapes out of wasted bottles and cans, just in order to get more light. Every small lamp, with its flame, made its own tiny contribution to the brightness. Faint as the light was, it was a silent protest against the deep dark night. Sometimes, it was off, but it had burned and could be lit again, continuing to challenge the darkness by its weak yet courageous flame. Gladly appreciating the light created by my hand, I knew it had lit up my spirit in this long and dark age of turmoil.
Love is not only light in order to dispel the darkness, and not just because of the lighting light, is also watching the colorful life, and so on. In the early 1970s, the small village of exile I still do not build power stations, only at night living in the dark. Cold Night barren hills, in order to save expenses of the mountain to sleep early, but we have come to the outdoor people also lit a small oil lamp. Mountain Home lonely life monotonous, Jiangleng winter darkness is more embarrassing. From the town bought the glass with a lamp light is weak. In order to get more light, I try discarded cans produced a different form of a small oil lamp. Each lamp is a small oil lamp to open a small spark, a small front light. The faint light can cut through the darkness of night, heavy resistance is a wordless. Even out, it also burnt. Besides, can once again ignited, in order to continue his cowardly and brave fire to the challenge of the night. I am full of joy and I were watching the birth of his own point of light. In the long night of unrest in years, it rekindled my spiritual flame.